Wrong Person – Part 7
“Ok, you need to die now,” Kara announced as she approached Mark.
Mark straightened up. The tissues Kara had shoved in his mouth gagged him all over again.
“I’ve met a new boy, and he’s super cute, and you’re not going to ruin that,” Kara explained as she began packing up her stuff and cleaning up the area. “And no one’s going to miss you anyway. You killed all those girls. I’m doing the world a favor.”
Kara walked toward Mark, a sly grin on her face that made Mark feel nauseated. So this is what those women must have felt when they knew they weren’t getting away. Empathy wasn’t the right word to describe his emotional state. It was more like understanding in a factual, practical way alongside annoyance that the tables had turned on him.
Kara circled Mark, the smirk still planted on her small face. Mark looked around to see if there was anything nearby that could help him. He was still bound, the tissues were still gagging him into silence, and she had weapons. But he had his brain and his size. That had to count for something.
As if she read his mind, Kara brought her face close to his. He could feel her warm breath on his skin as she stared at him, a sinister look in her eyes.
“You know,” she said quietly. “I can just leave you here. Let nature handle you. The world would right itself on its own, taking care of a predator like you. It would be fitting that a larger, scarier predator living along these trails tore you apart.”
Mark whimpered, but it wasn’t a weak, fearful sound. It was anger and frustration that he was running out of options. He narrowed his eyes at her to show he still dominated, but she returned the menacing gaze with a laugh. The sound that came from her tiny mouth was a mixture of bells and crazy.
Both Mark and Kara heard footsteps approaching. When Kara panicked that Chad didn’t stay where she told him to, Mark felt elated. This looked bad for her. She looked like the maniac, not him. He’d be free. She’d go to jail, and next week he could get himself back on track. He’d find a new girl and restart his process. It would feel so good to be normal again.
“What the hell is this?” Chad asked as he walked onto the scene. Kara stared in shock, and Mark began to fidget and whine, a fake look of fear in his eyes.
“I caught him,” Kara stuttered. “I caught the murderer.”
Chad approached slowly and asked, “The guy killing all the girls up here?”
Kara nodded, hoping Chad didn’t think she was crazy but instead a hero.
“And you’re sure it’s him?” he asked.
“Yes,” Kara said excitedly. “He followed me. He was trying to make me his next victim. But I outsmarted him.”
Chad lowered himself to Mark’s level and eyed him up and down. After a minute, he straightened, let out a “hmm,” and walked a few paces away from them. Kara’s heart raced. Would he call the cops? Would he run in fear?
“Well,” Chad said with a strange smile. “What do we do with the bastard now?”
